Why do i exist?
Why am I here?
What is the point anymore?
Life is just... Utterly meaningless.
Why do i write?
Why do I love too much?
Why can't she love me?
My love.
Why do you torture me?
More and more.
Passing, and going.
The dread.
The agony.
Why am i like this?
I fucking love you.
I love you
I will never stop.
No matter how many years pass.
My love, will never stop for you.
You are the only one for me.
I fucking love you.
